Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Fear,
The Move,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.